Summer is glamour

Don't ask me what life is
without glamour.
There's always glamour.
You only have to look outside.

To me there's glamour
in the raindrops when they're spotted
by the sunlight of autumn,
in the sparkling of snow,
in the early spring flowers,
and in the sounds of the birds
when they sing their song of new life
in summer.

There's no need to wear it on myself.
I can't see my earrings without a mirror,
can I?
But I can see the glamourous rose
in my garden.
And I can smell the honeysuckle
pure, like nature meant it to be.

But even with all the beauty around,
there are times I can't see it.
Those are the days I worry too much,
the days I feel hurt or angry,
the days I'm on a guilttrip,
or when I feel ill or empty.

In a way I'm mirrored
in the glamour of nature.
And glamour is a mirror
of nature and me.